Westwood 4
#4 of WestWood
Jess sat beside Johnny as the tall, slim jaguar sat as his oak wood desk, flipping through his daily agenda and happily sipping on a cup of coffee. He was rather attractive, tall and slim, with a beautiful coat of yellow and black. He wasn't very muscular, but then again, he probably made up for it in speed. But Jess was looking at something else. Jess couldn't stop staring at his eye. The tiny, jagged scar that ran across his right eye had rendered it a dull, milky white. It was almost like a snowball it was so pale. And as Jess stared, it seemed to stare right back, always keeping its ever watchful gaze on her. Johnny was leaning back in his chair, rocking back and forth with both feet on the table, his eyes closed lightly, listening to what sounded to Jess's immaculate hearing, to be more Sex Pistols. The jaguar gazed up from his agenda and stared right into Jess's eyes, as she almost jumped from the sudden gaze.
"Miss Jameson, if you would please tell Mr. "Napalm" his desk is no place for his feet." Jess nodded, not saying a word from the fearful gaze of the jaguar as she gently tapped Johnny on the shoulder. He seemed to shrug it off ass he was apparently in the middle of another air guitar solo. The jaguar sighed as he stood up from his desk and quickly marched over to Johnny as he put his hand under Johnny's feet and gently lifted him back further in his seat as Johnny lost his balance and flew to the floor. His PSP slammed on the floor as the ear phones ripped from his ears as the Jaguar leaned quickly over Johnny's shocked body to stare Johnny in the face, with that pale, white eye.
"Listen carefully, Mr. Napalm. You're in my class for a reason. I chose for you and every one of your classmates to be in MY class to learn the hard way that you need an education. And you bring this young, attractive girl into MY classroom, and show neither her nor me an ounce of respect. I HIGHLY suggest you review your antics and man up." The jaguar stood up and fixed his long red tie and walked quickly back over to his desk as Johnny picked himself up from the experience, a small goose egg forming on the back of his head. Jess sat without moving through the whole experience as Johnny re sat in his seat as his spirit crashed down through the floor again.
"Yes sir. Of course Sir." Johnny sighed as he picked his PSP up from behind him, the screen with a large crack in the center. Johnny sighed as he slid it into his back pack. The jaguar smiled as he directed his gaze back to Jess, with that pale eye again.
"Terribly sorry for that inexcusable act of violence on my behalf, Miss Jameson. I am rather assured, that is, with your incredible grade point average, that you and I will not need to have a discussion such as this, now will we?" The jaguar spoke in a rather sly tone. Jess nodded, still not speaking a word.
"I am happy for that." The jaguar smiled, before gazing his eyes to the doorway, as the other students began to pour in, shuffling in their seats, as Jess and Johnny did not look to see if anyone they knew had entered. Johnny looked up for a second, making sure to avoid eye contact with Mr. Pearson, as he saw CnadleJack and Twitch pull up there seats behind him.
"Hey man, nice goose egg." CandleJack spoke with that deep, raspy voice, before having a hack fest and huffing on an inhaler.
"Yeah, real nice." Twitch mumbled, shaking uncontrollably in his seat. Johnny smiled at his friends sincerity.
"Thanks lads. Means a lot." He said as he winced as Jess quickly reached out her hand and rubbed her fingers over it, as it seemed to be rather painful.
"You might wanna get that checked out Johnny. Looks pretty bad." Johnny flinched, as he spoke softly, his spirit regaining.
"It's nothing, love. I'll take care of it when I head home." He said as he rubbed his hands over it, looking quickly around the classroom.
"Hey boys, where's Silas?" CandleJack and Twitch looked all around, not noticing the immense frame of the snake in view. They both shrugged, as Johnny pulled his books from his bag.
"Probably off selling more drugs, he is." Johnny smiled, wincing a bit from the pain, as he opened his book, the front cover scrawled with black sharpie and innate drawings. He pulled out a fresh sheet of paper and quickly began to scrawl on it, as the Jaguar stood up to speak and address his new class.
"Good morning Students. As you may know, my name is Mr. Pearson, and I will be your English teacher for this semester. Now, I know most of you can speak English very well, most of you can even swear at each other in different languages, some you may have even made up on your own. But I can assure you, the reason you are here with me, is because you are all mentally insufficient, a little slow, or just plain retards. And one way or another, you will pass my course with flying colors. And I can promise you this course will not be easy for you, unless you come to class everyday and put your best foot forward, or end up like Mr. Napalm here." He smiled slyly as he pointed to Johnny, who seemed to sink into his seat as the others began to snicker behind him. Jess was appalled. She had to speak up for her new friend. She raised her hand, as the Jaguar took notice.
"Yes, Miss Jameson, you have a question?" Jess stood up from her seat, thinking of what to say to defend her new friend, who was sinking deeper in his seat every second. She came up with this.
"Mr. Pearson, I am utterly shocked and appalled that you would single out a student or any of us by calling us mentally insufficient, and I here by demand an apology to the class." The Jaguar smiled, as he pointed to a Cheetah in the back of the room. "You. What is your favorite book?" The cheetah shifted in his seat uneasily, before he spoke.
"I really like Jeff Lindsey." The Cheetah smiled.
"Oh really? I read his books as well. Please tell me though, what Dr Danco did to Sergeant Doakes in chapter 24. I can't seem to recall..." The Cheetah seemed rather confused.
"There's a 24th chapter?" Everyone began to laugh as Mr. Pearson pointed to a female fox in the back row, painting her nails.
"You. What type of Nail polish is that?" She smiled at him noticing.
"Its Laurier blood red." She smiled, before Mr. Pearson smiled again.
"Can you spell Laurier for me?" The fox shifted uneasily, as she tried to spell it out loud.
"Uhh...L... A...R.." The Jaguar interrupted abruptly, still smiling.
"Incorrect, now sit down, and stop doing your make up." The fox quickly sat down, muttering to herself. Mr. Pearson strolled back to the front of the class, before pointing to Johnny quickly.
"Now, Mr. Napalm. This is your 3rd consecutive year in my classroom. And I do enjoy your name. It has a rather nice ring to it." Johnny smiled as he gently slid up in his seat.
"Why thank you si-" The Jaguar interrupted quickly.
"Please spell "Napalm" for me, if you can." Johnny sighed, as he slid back down into his seat, the Jaguar still smiling with that huge grin across his face.
"That's what I thought. You see Miss Jameson? We're ALL mentally insufficient, so I suggest you sit down." Jess still stood defiantly. She wasn't gonna be beaten THAT easily.
"Laurier" She spoke loudly and defiantly, as Mr. Pearson turned to face her. "L-A-U-R-I-E-R." The Jaguar smiled, leaning against his desk, as Jess spelled out the next word.
"Napalm. N-A-P-A-L-M." Mr. Pearson was leaning against his desk, chuckling, Jess still ready to defy him.
"And, in the book Dearly Devoted Dexter, by Mr. Jeff Lindsey, I do agree that Dr Danco chopping off Doakes hand with a power saw was quite violent, but the Ice Truck killer from Darkly Dreaming Dexter was much worse. I never knew that by hanging a body upside down and slitting their throats would be such a efficient way to drain them of all that messy blood." Mr. Pearson still stood, smiling as defiantly as her.
"I must say, Miss Jameson, you and me are going to have a fun semester, aren't we?" Jess smiled, as she sat back down in her desk, not speaking a word, as Mr. Pearson quickly turned to the P.A system as it clicked to life.
"Good Morning students. Please stand for the national anthem." A deep, husky voice spoke. Everyone stood up, as Jess and Mr. Pearson still locked eyes, Jess no longer afraid to stare into that pale, white eye.